Vesey in the mood to lament for a numerous amount of bars again.
Laughed a few laughs just to lock myself in a room with Jim Gaffigan.
Regular linguistic approaches to these tracks became all ease and death fodder.
Implored my friends for sanctity and on the return label, it's father.
To say I can appreciate this restrictive fate mainly agitates my cavities.
Sweetness wasn't enough, so the dreams told me no without prescribed remedies.
Emotionless on the microphone, but with his words – he vibes the sousaphone.
Star girl played the sax and remainders of my woes played telephone.
Friend invoked her Valium but who's she really praying to besides medicals?
Generica esoterica about the societal roles and gender slanted reciprocals.
Vesey rides the waves at inward intervals while yelling at forlorn principals.
Misstepped with the pal at the end, tagged with zircon labeled intangibles.
Play my drums to the beat of the metronome of the chancellor.
Only stocks I invest in are the ones with the nomenclature 'Spectacular.'
Blacktacular and the stingy Misadventures of his money-grubbin' pal, Kid Vernacular.
Doppelganger for the villain as Vern was for the enamored Sweets Vesey.
Supposed to act offended but in reality the kid's wrists' born messy.
Whether or not it's logical, I follow the line's in patterns ontological.
Funny how in retrospect, I see myself as my own worst obstacle.
Nowadays I see myself in a brighter light, I see changes better.
Life is a lot easier without mismanaging a throat and a letter.
The project's finally done so you all can retreat your holes now.
Vesey's vocal cords are ready for round two, thank you Damion Sandow.